HI MATT

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock has:

• an armchair by the fire
• an expression of unreasonable cheer
• a mug of cold-pressed coffee
• a truly impressive collection of hickeys, accented by a well-bitten lip that only recently stopped bleeding.

Comments

[semicharmed]

"Oh God yes, like that--"

... Apparently!

Matt pushes into Sherlock's hand with a whimper.

[wearsthecoats]

He licks at the edge of the tattoo and starts to stroke.

[semicharmed]

The noise Matt makes is almost a sob.

But it resolves quickly into a series of shaky ohhs as his hand moves.

[wearsthecoats]

It's fascinating.

Sherlock tries a nibble, just to see.

[semicharmed]

Matt's back arches, with a very loud, pained-sounding, "Ahh."

His eyes are open but it's debatable what he sees.

"Please," he repeats, "please ..."

[wearsthecoats]

If he's not going to be specific, then Sherlock will just have to keep doing what he's doing and hope that suffices.

[semicharmed]

It seems to suffice very nicely, given the way he's thrusting into his hand.

The mantra please, please slides off into incoherent moans.

[wearsthecoats]

There's something beautiful about being the centre of such intensity. He's felt like this before, and it was pure glory then, too.

Moaning, he presses his mouth to Matt's hip and sucks.

[semicharmed]

In hindsight, Matt will have a difficult time choosing between which he finds more embarrassing.

1) That he comes with a moan so loud and sharp it's nearly a scream,

or

2) that a vivid flash of sensation comes along with it; not just his mouth, you're on fire but his mouth is so, but teeth breaking your skin hot blood oh god Sherlock--

[wearsthecoats]

And in return—

He remembers Jim's fingers digging bruises into his shoulderblades, his hands white with frost around Jim's neck, the way Jim shivered under him.

[semicharmed]

There's something very familiar about that picture.

But the only coherent thought that will stick in Matt's brain, as he sinks helplessly onto the mattress with a groan of utter satiation, is:


I overdid it on the cardamom.

[wearsthecoats]

"...Well," Sherlock murmurs.

"That was interesting. I don't know about you, but I'm ready to call the experiment a success."

[semicharmed]

Matt glances to him, dazed and very pleased.

"Mmm?"

He should apologize for the overshare.

He should try to figure out exactly what happened with his tattoo.


"... Yeah," he agrees.

"Me too."

[wearsthecoats]

He snuggles closer.

...Somewhat ruefully.

"If that spell of yours has a finite lifespan, you should plan to be out of this bed before it expires," he notes. "Because I appear to have created a small snowdrift."

[semicharmed]

Matt casts a quick look around at the frost and ice on the bed, and laughs.

"'Mstill a little too hot," he says, snuggling gratefully with his cheek to Sherlock's chest.

"But ... yeah. It'll run out. Sooner rather than later."

Beat.

"How you doing?"

[wearsthecoats]

"Brilliantly," he sighs.

"I want to try again, though, and make some effort to control myself this time."

[semicharmed]

Matt nuzzles Sherlock's chest affectionately.

"Ah-- when would you want to do that?"

[wearsthecoats]

"No preference."

[semicharmed]

"It wouldn't be the worst idea for me to tweak a few elements," he notes, rueful.

"Uh-- a couple of things in there weren't exactly supposed to happen, in case you hadn't guessed."

[wearsthecoats]

"The part where you go off like a firework when I touch that tattoo, for example?"

[semicharmed]

For a moment, both Matt's cheeks and his aura flush a little warmer.


"That ... would be one, yeah."

[wearsthecoats]

"I rather liked that one."

[semicharmed]

What is is about Sherlock Holmeses, exactly, that gets him all hot and bothered to let them use his own magic against him?

Matt opens his mouth, then shuts it.

"Yeah," he admits weakly.

"I liked it too."

As much-- probably even more-- than he secretly or not-so-secretly enjoyed the first of his practical demonstrations.

[wearsthecoats]

"And the... whatever that was... just now was interesting, too." Half a beat. "Hopefully I didn't disturb you, if you saw what Jim and I were getting up to."

Because there are probably some people somewhere who aren't into that! Although Matt at least doesn't seem to rate too low on the scale of interesting sexual proclivities, judging by what Sherlock saw from him.

[semicharmed]

"I'm sorry, about that," Matt says automatically, as a few puzzle pieces click together in his brain. "It's the same thing we did before, with the handshake ..."

Jim and I.

"... Actually, weird question.

How many Jim Moriartys are there around here?"